THE PARROT
by
Bill Froggatt
Pete Brown was an animal lover;
He went out of his way to be kind;
But he once had a row with a parrot
That near sent him out of his mind.

On his way to the factory in t’ mornin’
Past a pet shop each day he would walk;
And as he passed t’ window, a parrot
These words of alarm it would squawk:

'I know abaht thee!' - most offensive;
It gave poor old Pete quite a turn,
And he wondered how t’ parrot had managed
His innermost secrets to learn.

Well this, it went on for a fortnight,
Till the whole thing was getting absurd;
So at last he went into the pet shop
And said 'How much do you want for yon bird?'

'It’s nobbut for sale,' said the pet man,
'That parrot is private, it’s mine.'
'I’ll gi’ thee ten pound,' Pete persisted
'Nowt doin’, ‘twill never be thine!'

So he left feeling rather downhearted,
And then, on the very next day
'I know abaht thee!' shrieked the parrot,
As the pet shop he passed on his way.

So, back to the shop and the pet man:
Pete offered him one hundred quid!
'It’s nobbut for sale,' said t’owd fellow,
'Not even if a thousand you bid!'

'But seeing you’ve been so persistent
And for t' trouble to which you have been,
T’ parrot laid a big egg this morning
You can have it for three pounds fifteen.'

Pete took the egg home and he warmed it;
Each day for a crack he would watch;
And soon all his care was rewarded
As the offspring o’ t’ parrot did hatch.

While passing the pet shop next morning
He braced himself, ready for t’ cry;
'I know abaht thee!' said the parrot,
And fixed him with its evil eye.

Pete stopped, and turned round to the parrot,
He gave it a withering look;
'I know abaht thee, too!' he answered,
'Tha’s ‘ad it away wi' a duck!'
The end